It'll Come Naturally

"Let's see what you can do." Daisy saw them move to attack, and sneered disdainfully. She'd shed her uniform, allowing her to move more freely.

"Huh. You sound quite hot-tempered, pretty. I wonder if you're that hot in bed." There were several of them. There was no way they would have trouble dealing with a woman, he believed. If he was beaten by a woman, he would have no authority in the gang.

"I don't know if it'll be hot, but I will definitely make you scream." Daisy was becoming more vicious every minute. Her sneer shimmered on her face. Her eyes focused on the blowhard. Judging by the deference from the other thugs, he must be their boss.

"No way. You like SM, huh? Then why do we wait? Let's go enjoy ourselves." The lead thug tried to grab her waist, but she dodged, and with a beautiful suplex, she threw the man to the ground.

"You like that?" Daisy looked at him scornfully. The man needed to be taken down a few notches.

"Fuck! You know martial arts! Get her! I must have her in my bed tonight." The boss got up, spat on the floor hatefully, and charged Daisy again.

I'll play with you. I need some 'exercise'." Daisy looked at them defiantly and took their threat as nothing at all. She didn't think they could be tougher than outlaws. After all,

have you." His mouth twisted in an evil sneer. He was already picturing the happy moment in bed.

Daisy glanced around the club, then checked on the drunk girl. She was in no mood to get into

walking. She could feel them swarming to her. They thought they'd take her by surprise attacking from

sneered, jumped aside and dodged their strikes. She planted her hands on the bar, and a sweep knocked them all to the floor. Frightened, they looked at Daisy. They were scared, she

woman, we're out of the gang. Come on, bro. Let's get her." He was a boss. He never did things halfway. That's why he was the boss. He thought Daisy beat

out, but you wouldn't leave. You brought this on yourselves. If you want to leave now, you can't." Daisy stood calmly, her arms crossed. She looked at them domineeringly. Her provocative words blew their lid.

She was a whirlwind of stances, kicks, blocks and strikes. They

the other hand, still looked so poised. After several scornful glances, she walked to

bent down and shook her shoulder, yet she only